Poems about Beach poems

Red and sunburned shins, sepia shoulders, dark back, fairly tan faceand a pale tummy.Taking stock of a little sun, I'm a big mess of colorand a splatter of light, blurred beauty of Post-Impres

I dreamed about an Easterbunnyon Zuma Beach, where it was sunny.She would have graced big city mallsand told me she liked Matzo Balls.By which she meant those oval eggsthat hang off males, betwee

Along side the sea shore I walk, Alone, none by my side to talk, Every evening in the Juhu Beach, Very near my house to reach.On the sands, Policemen in the jeep, A vigil, up and down, they keep

Silver white sands spill from my hands As they flow the grip tightening shows They cannot be contained, they cant be owned Each individual, yet collectively as one Stand and be judged under the c

Salt spray on your lipscrashing waves crescendo in your earsbreaking upon cragged rocksof ancient fearsuntil a gentle mistfrom the distance fallssubduing sound and windand wafting on the airth

somewhere in my darkness there was a sparktoday it ignited rare thoughts of you only seconds before....I had stuck the cold barrel of a gun directly beneath the gap in my front teethand into

At your side, I will stand, together we'll walk, through the sand. With the setting sun, and a summer breeze, reflecting our love, on the open seas. A walk on the beach, I will share, hand in hand, we

When I walk om Margate’s beachsomething is caught, in the sound of the breaking wavesand it echoes there forever more.The beach is wiped clearby the rushing watersof the high tide, but someh

The beach is where I want to go, To listen to the ocean voices ebb and flow.Lather on the sun block, And come near the shore and take a walk.The athletes playing beach volleyball, And listen to

I'll walk beside you hand in hand Where the golden surf cries out for land. With every dream within our reach Where the sea comes in to kiss the beach.Author: Hobert F. Herpin

FAT dragons spoil the fitches, plead says john, before i take thebeach boys away.FAT dragons put on a suit, wash teath, anddrive away, into hisown private hell.PLEAD says john, beforei take t

BeachSunny, warmQuiet, calm, wonderfulA place to thinkVacationAuthor: Kathryn Kwasny